Planes are crashing into buildings
Floods & war & famine
The lovers are both dying
The skies cry and the mountains turn to dust
Birds fall from the sky
And the animals are all dying of shock

Fire freezes and ice burns
The air becomes visible and the ground disappears
And the light goes into the light
& into the light
This is the end

Yesterday there was this thought
‘it is time to create my masterpiece’

Why?

Because it is all I know how to do
And I couldn’t decide on a
Song or a symphony or a sculpture
Or a poem or a painting
It seemed pointless
As I have already
Created my masterpiece in all
These forms
And anyway, what is art?

And now it is seen
THIS is my masterpiece
Not these words you read
This complete destruction
The lightning hits the Tower
And it becomes dust
All forms collapse in on themselves
And disappear
So that ‘becoming’ can begin again